Sleep problems really do something trippy to your head. I feel like I'm on some mild dissociative trip--DXM, ketamine, something. I woke up at 2 AM yesterday morning and I've been up ever since; it feels like there's a membrane of jellyfish meat between me and the world.
I did get a lot of writing done--I wrote several thousand words of Strangelets yesterday morning before I went to work. It remains unclear to me whether this book can ever be published or even submitted for publication.
Also I am working on another project that takes probably 15-20 hours a week and while it is far from guaranteed that anything will ever come of it, I feel very excited about it.
Valzhyna Mort's new book is reviewed briefly in this week's New Yorker--wow.
I saw Iron Man and Redbelt: both good. At Iron Man I saw the trailer for The Dark Knight. Looks mildly fun. At Redbelt, I saw the trailer for Baghead... it just looked dull until the final few seconds of the trailer, which elicited a roar of milk-up-the-nose-style laughter from the audience (and me). I'm not sure it looks as unintentionally hilarious when seen on a computer screen, but check it out. I will probably go see this.
Time to attempt sleep again.